Eli

A cool breeze in the heat of summer. The whisper of tall grass in the dark. A voice like old piano notes and a smile with too many teeth. A manifestation of dew drops on spiderwebs and early morning birdsong. Eli is a feeling given form, a gentle force of nature yielding illusionary magics and a tie to the land he sprung from. He is a steward of prairie fields and summer thunderstorms. He's used to being called a pooka and thoroughly lives up to the name. An illusionist to his core, it can be challenging to pin down where reality ends and Eli begins. He likes things that way. He is not from these lands but has found himself here all the same.